A lesson from the younger generation
Some people think the future generations are a bunch of couch potatoes. They argue that youngsters are not getting scrapes on their knees from playing kickball but blisters on their index fingers from using controllers for video games. I think it is a bunch of lies.
And I have the story to prove it. Monday, I watched my sister's kids while she attended a meeting and her husband was at work. My niece and nephews of course played with their trains and Legos but I think what held even greater appeal was my father's new hammock. I watched my niece and oldest nephew do running belly-flops onto the mesh of woven material or perform crazy swings.
Later, they asked me to turn on the TV. I can't figure out my parents' television. It has boxes and remotes and buttons that I don't understand. It gets even worse with my grandfather's TV set. He must have four remotes and I never know which one does what.
So to get myself out of this tight spot of having to explain to a 7, 5 and 2-year-old that technology has outsmarted me, I proposed doing something else - going to the neighborhood playground. To my pleasure, they liked that idea even more than sitting in front of the tube.
They asked me to push me on the swings and I guided my youngest nephew across the monkey bars. They played with another little girl. They threw sand onto the slide so they could swoosh down faster and climbed up the bars of the swing set.
I think the lesson behind this story is never judge - people, especially the younger generation, have a tendency to surprise you.
And I have the story to prove it. Monday, I watched my sister's kids while she attended a meeting and her husband was at work. My niece and nephews of course played with their trains and Legos but I think what held even greater appeal was my father's new hammock. I watched my niece and oldest nephew do running belly-flops onto the mesh of woven material or perform crazy swings.
Later, they asked me to turn on the TV. I can't figure out my parents' television. It has boxes and remotes and buttons that I don't understand. It gets even worse with my grandfather's TV set. He must have four remotes and I never know which one does what.
So to get myself out of this tight spot of having to explain to a 7, 5 and 2-year-old that technology has outsmarted me, I proposed doing something else - going to the neighborhood playground. To my pleasure, they liked that idea even more than sitting in front of the tube.
They asked me to push me on the swings and I guided my youngest nephew across the monkey bars. They played with another little girl. They threw sand onto the slide so they could swoosh down faster and climbed up the bars of the swing set.
I think the lesson behind this story is never judge - people, especially the younger generation, have a tendency to surprise you.
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